Chapter 2962 God War

"Husband..."

Another female voice came.

This time, it was Du Xi.

She had also matured a lot, and was completely different from the lively and cute girl in the lower star domain.

You could see deep worry in her eyes.

For Du Xi, she didn't care about the life and death of the barbarians. The only thing she cared about was her husband.

"Don't worry."

Su Qing smiled gently and hugged Du Xi in her arms.

After all, they came from the lower star domain together. Even with Di Lin, Su Qing still loved Du Xi more.

Just like Su Han.

With so many wives, who did he love the most?

The three words Liu Qingyao would definitely come out of his mouth.

But in fact, he loved them all.

To some extent, such romantic and promiscuous people...are all scum.

"But your natal golden blood..." Du Xi said softly.

Di Lin and Di Bao on the side frowned when they heard this.

Yes, Su Qing's natal golden blood is still in the hands of the slave market.

If this fails, the first person to die will be Su Qing.

"He will come this time too."

Su Qing looked at Di Bao: "I believe you, my life is in your hands, in the hands of the entire barbarian tribe, not the slave market."

Di Bao suddenly felt a surge of pressure.

The matter of snatching Su Qing's life-gold blood was handed over to the barbarian tribe.

"Will he definitely take it with him? Will he leave it in the slave market?" Di Bao asked.

"He will."

Su Qing took a deep breath: "Hua Fan is a man of medium cultivation, but he likes to torture slaves the most. I have observed him for a long time. Every time there is a fight in the arena, as long as there are slaves, he will take the life-gold blood of those slaves and hold it in his hand as a whip for the slaves."

Hearing this, Di Bao nodded.

That's true.

If Hua Fan is in a bad mood and the slaves are defeated by the barbarian tribe again, then in anger, he will directly crush the slave's life-gold blood without the barbarian tribe tearing the slaves apart.

"Our main target is Hua Fan!" Di Bao said in a deep voice.

"No."

Su Qing shook his head firmly: "Your main target is the rebirth of the Barbarians, not Hua Fan, let alone me!"

"But..."

"No buts!"

Su Qing interrupted Di Bao: "Di Bao, remember, you are not savages, you are one of the most powerful races in the world. Although I opened the Barbarian Holy Monument, I am not one of your race after all, and your inheritance has also descended. It doesn't matter to you whether I live or not."

"How is it possible?!" Di Bao's eyes widened.

Di Lin's eyes were red and tears flowed.

"If it is really possible, I am willing to use my life in exchange for the rebirth of your Barbarians." Su Qing said.

This is not a self-torture trick.

He knew very well that it was too easy for Hua Fan to crush his life-giving golden blood.

It was just a matter of a moment.

If there was any mistake this time, his life would probably be taken away first.

He already had feelings for the Barbarians, and he was married to Di Lin.

If he was going to die, he would rather use his life to exchange for the Barbarians' rebirth.

"Remember!"

Su Qing stared at Di Bao: "If this succeeds, whether I am alive or not, I must take Du Xi and Di Lin to the Phoenix Dynasty!"

Su Qing never blamed Su Han.

No one would have thought that a cultivator would be brought to this remote Barbarian tribe.

"It's time to set off..."

Su Qing took a deep breath, put on the cloak made of weeds, and walked slowly outside.

Sunlight shone in from the door, and the whole world seemed to have only Su Qing's figure.

At that moment, he really looked like a god.

...

After a three-month truce, the Barbarians will start an extremely bloody and grand arena fight.

On this day, at least a thousand Barbarians, or slaves, will die.

For the cultivators, this is a grand event, a grand event of physical collision.

They were really tired of watching the battles between cultivators.

Although the battles based purely on the power of cultivation were gorgeous, in the end, they were just fighting.

But the arena of the Barbarians was different.

The Barbarians were extremely powerful and had no cultivation of their own, relying only on physical strength.

The slaves sent in were also cultivating their bodies.

The visual impact of punches hitting flesh, bones breaking, and blood gushing could arouse the deepest passion in the hearts of these cultivators.

When they saw a certain level, even they couldn't help but want to cultivate their bodies.

But this was just a thought after all.

Physical cultivation requires too many resources, and it is extremely slow to cultivate. Although there is no bottleneck, it is much more difficult than having a bottleneck.

Otherwise, how could the slaves captured in the slave market be of such a low level?

Looking at the entire medium star field, how many of the many Immortal Venerables and Immortal Emperors are physical cultivators?

Either martial arts or magic.

Physical cultivation is really rare.

That is why the collision between physical cultivators is so exciting.

There is no gorgeous light, only the life and death decided by the collision!

…

This day is called the "God War".

Of course, the two sides are not gods, but barbarians and slaves.

Just like a competition, selection and elimination.

In the end, whoever wins will survive!

According to the rules set by the monks, two thousand people will be dispatched this time.

One thousand nine hundred barbarians and one hundred slaves.

There are really too few monks who practice physical cultivation, and even fewer who can be captured as slaves.

These slaves almost have no big background. Because of the scarcity of resources and poor family background, they practice physical cultivation.

Of course, the resources required for physical cultivation are far more than those of martial arts monks.

But you have to understand that physical cultivation of the same level is much stronger than martial arts monks.

This is also a kind of opportunistic cultivation method.

As long as they reach a certain level, even if they have no resources, their strength will not fall.

This is the strength of physical cultivation.

The arena is very large, with layers of stone steps built, with more than ten thousand seats.

If you ask what is the most luxurious building in the entire barbarian tribe?

Without a doubt, it is this arena.

At this moment, many figures have appeared on the seats in the arena.

These people are all monks.

Only monks are qualified to sit on the seats.

In their eyes, these barbarians are just savages, no different from beasts.

When the monks are happy, they can watch them fight and kill.

When they are unhappy, they will directly kill a few to vent their anger.

The difference is that the barbarians have completely surrendered to the monks.

Before the beasts die, they still know how to resist.

But the barbarians let them do whatever they want.